dasha

rather than go to Mod Night at Vinyl Lounge we ventured over to Lemonkid's birthday party. It was swell; he had blueberry juice (i really like blueberries), three different cakes, and a contraption to massage your head. Scalp orgasms are highly recommended by moi.

we had went a block too far and rang on the wrong door; as i noticed this, we freaked out and booted back a block... found the correct door and tried to act all cool like we did not just run away from the other. some old dude stuck his face out and grumbled something towards us ( i thought i was done for) but all turned out smoothly.

i could not take my eyes off of Quickley's breasts; such nice, large, and full...umm i am a perv...sorry.

we made it for one last metro, however, we needed to transfer to another metro and to no avail. we had to walk but not too far and it felt good, we climbed on stuff and jumped off then swung around on stuff all the while singing Neil Diamond tunes.